Let's Divorce As Agreed

Time flew by, and soon enough, two days had passed.

Gu Huanhuan returned home in a chauffeured car, accompanied by her assistant. To avoid being followed by paparazzi, she went straight to her own house. After being away for over half a month, she finally felt relaxed back in her familiar surroundings.

It was still early, and Wen Chi hadn’t finished work yet, so she decided not to disturb him. She freshened up and planned to take a nap.

She would wait for Wen Chi to return home for dinner.

She must have been really tired because she fell into a deep sleep. In her groggy state, she felt her phone ringing. Without opening her eyes, she groped for it on the bedside table and saw that it was Wen Chi calling.

“Are you home?” Wen Chi’s clean voice was especially comforting.

“Yeah, I’ve been home and already had a nap. Are you off work?” Gu Huanhuan’s voice was lazy, having just woken up.

“I’m almost done. I’ll come to get you for dinner soon,” Wen Chi said.

“The media has been following me lately. Before you come over, stop by the supermarket and buy some groceries. We can cook at home,” Gu Huanhuan suggested. She missed homemade food after eating takeout and restaurant meals for so long.

Wen Chi understood her feelings and bought two big bags of groceries after work. He was cautious, checking around as he drove in to avoid being photographed.

Once inside, he put the groceries down and immediately cupped her face with his large hands, looking straight into her eyes with his dark gaze, and then planted a kiss on her soft pink lips.

Gu Huanhuan wrapped her arms lightly around his waist. Neither of them spoke, but they understood each other perfectly.

“I’ll cook. After my nap, I feel recharged,” Gu Huanhuan said with a smile.

“Okay,” Wen Chi nodded, “I’ll help you.”

“No need. I’ve learned some new dishes recently. Let me surprise you,” Gu Huanhuan refused his offer.

Meeting someone she truly liked had changed her a lot. In the past, she would scoff at the idea of cooking for a man. But now, she constantly wanted to make delicious meals for him and surprise him.

Wen Chi smiled helplessly, “Alright, I’ll just wait to eat then.”

Gu Huanhuan started bustling around in the kitchen. She glanced at the groceries Wen Chi had bought and quickly came up with a menu.

With practice, her cooking skills had become more proficient.

She soon had the rice cooking, then began cutting meat and washing vegetables. She planned to make braised beef with potatoes, steamed turbot, stir-fried greens, and a chestnut chicken soup.

Wen Chi sat in the living room watching the news, occasionally glancing into the kitchen. He saw her focused on cooking, her hair tied into a casual ponytail, with a few playful strands falling by her face.

Before long, the fragrant, steaming dishes were ready and set on the dining table. Wen Chi went over to help set the bowls, and Gu Huanhuan served him a big bowl of rice before sitting across from him to eat.

The braised beef was tender and melted in the mouth, and the greens were crisp and delicious. Only when the food hit his stomach did Wen Chi realize how hungry he was.

As he looked at the beautifully presented and tasty meal, a strange emotion welled up inside him. The hurtful comments from his colleagues had affected him, but now he felt that caring about them was pointless.

Gu Huanhuan never acted superior or high and mighty, despite her fame.